I danced my way
Through 1001 nights
With beautiful girls
On fanciful flights
With girlish charms
And womanly airs
A flashing of eyes
A flick of the hair
We loved and laughed
with youthful zest
The days were long
The nights, the best
The joy, the play
The making hay
Those surely were
The best of days
Mike O'Leary - September 2014
